Last time:
"You're going to need to tell someone about that so they can assist you, if I am not allowed to."
"If it'll ease your pain," she growls sarcastically, though I know she'll take my advice. "Good night."
I watched her exit the gravity chamber, dragging her body to the house, determined to make it there without falling over and without turning back to ease the pain. It would undoubtedly hurt her more, mentally, to give in and come back to me. "Good-bye woman."
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The woman's been getting bigger everyday, her skin becoming more radiant. How is it that she looks so much more irresistible in this state? It's probably just my male instincts towards my mate, hormones, nothing more. On her last update, which happened to be last night, she was eight months and three and a half weeks to term. The brat should be born within the week.
"Vegeta sweety." The woman's mother, bringing me my dinner, right on schedule. I walked over and open the door, though I'm surprised to see she's not wearing her usual annoying grin, and there is no platter in her hands. "Vegeta, darling, why not come in the house tonight and eat? You really shouldn't stay all cooped up like that. Bulma could really use the extra hand, you know, when her father and myself are not around." I looked at her blankly. Was she serious? Did she really think that by simply asking me to do something I would do it? How absurd. I am a prince of a prestigious warrior race; I do not need to abide by the requests of the simple commoners of this lowly planet. "I made twice as much food, ordered some pizzas, and we're having ice cream for dessert." Why must she torture me with food like that?
"How long?" I grunt, grabbing a towel and throwing it over my shoulders.
"It'll be ready in twenty minutes, just enough time for you to take a nice shower."
"How long do I have to sit through your nonsense?"
"How ever long it takes for you to finish." She smiles at me, one of those creepy friendly smiles that makes me cringe all over. I follow her out of the chamber and to the kitchen entrance. "Bulma's in the living room if you'd like to know."
"I don't care where the woman is, and, in regards to your comment about my helping her, she's already established that it is unwanted."
"Oh, she's just being stubborn," she replies, still smiling, and opens the door. I follow her into the kitchen, surprised to see we are not alone. "Bulma dear! I thought you were relaxing in the living room."
"Yeah, well, I thought you were on my side as well. I guess we were both wrong."
"Well its nice to see you too woman," I say, catching her angry glare. "How's the brat?"
"My son is doing quite well, thank you," she sneers, grabbing as far around her swollen belly as she can. I can tell she doesn't wish to bare the thing any time soon, liking it being so close to her at all times, protecting it, always knowing what's going on. She had, after all, learned how to communicate with the fetus. Which, I must say, impressed me. I didn't know she had it in her.
Flashback:
I quietly walked into the house, making sure before I went near it that all the lights were off and all the energy levels were barely tangible, signaling they were asleep. I crossed the pine smelling linoleum floor to the refrigerator, hoping for some leftovers. The woman's mother was always cooking more than everyone could eat, and luckily for me, it made a decent midnight snack. I reached into the humming machine, spotting a delectable looking plate of cold chicken. I took it to the table and was about to take a bite, when a bolt of energy came rushing at me, centered at my brain. *The child* I thought, as I got up to investigate, completely forgetting that that meant the woman would have to be there as well.
I walked out of the kitchen, following the perfectly directed signature into the living room, where the woman on the couch, starring at her belly. I was about to say something, or send out my own signature to the child, when I picked up another distinctive signature, one I knew I knew, and it was being expertly directed at the child. *The woman? No, it can't be.* I listened with my mind, feeling out for it again, trying to anticipate it. And then she did it again, and this time I was sure, she'd learned how to send out messages! How amazing! An earthling, with no prior training, learned to control her mind so exactly that she could send and receive perfectly decisive messages with expert precision.
"Woman," I said finally, startling her. She turned towards me, glaring nothing less than hate. But I was well used to that by now, and long before this little vixen came along.
"What is it Vegeta? Can't you feel that I'm busy?" she snapped, knowing full well that I knew exactly what she was doing and could hear her thoughts and the child's, but much more clearly.
"Yes, of course I can. But can you tell me something?" She gave no indication either way. "Why are you speaking of me to the child? I thought you didn't want him knowing about me if I wasn't going to be around."
"Well, I changed my mind. Its unfair to him that just because you won't be around to see him grow that he has to live in the dark about who is father was, what he was like, and why he left. I intend to tell my son everything he wishes to know about you."
"Everything?" I questioned skeptically.
"Yes, everything."
"Even-"
"Yes, Vegeta, even the fact that you're a murderous self-absorbed user that wants nothing more than to become stronger than a man who's only motive for fighting is the challenge and the thrill, not the death and the mayhem."
"Is that how you really perceive me woman?" I ask, grabbing the back of the couch, causing her to move over a little. Maybe it was just a reflex, maybe she was just trying to protect the child instinctively, or maybe she was scared. Whatever the reason, she certainly felt my presence was a threat to her and/or the child within her.
"You've shown me nothing more to alter my analysis." I point at her belly, almost releasing a signature to the child. Almost.
"What do you call that?" I hiss defensively. "Did we not form that child? Did I not give you the proper respect when doing so? Was I not gentle enough with your frail human body?"
"Alright," she sighed, agreeing, for the moment. "That is all true, you were kind and gentle and respectful to me when we bedded together. You never treated me like a whore or told me lies that you never intended to follow to conclusion. You told me straight out what there was between us, that being nothing, and did not lead me on. You were a true gentleman in that field, I will give you that Vegeta." She stood, steadying herself with the back of the couch, shooing my hand away when I offered it to her. That's right, my help was unwanted. How soon I forget. "But, that is all you will get. When my son is old enough to understand such things as intimacy and fornication, then I will tell him of how gentle you were, how almost sweet and almost caring you were. How you made me, if for only a few hours, feel more than I ever have and ever will. I made the mistake of second-guessing myself, pondering in my mind that I may or may not have stronger feelings for you, other than sexual ones. I, of course, fixed that mind-set and am now thinking clearly."
"Wait, wait. One moment. Back up there a second." I step closer to the couch so my body is now in contact with it's back. "You had what for me?"
"You heard me Vegeta. I thought I was in love with you. Oh, don't wince at that word. Love. Love. Love. Its not a horribly disgusting word like you make it out to be. I had thought I had those feelings for you, but, upon realizing they were childish and that it was only because I was pregnant with your baby, I came to the conclusion that it was a mere crush and that no such feelings really had existed."
"So, what are you going woman? Don't jump around, get to the point."
"I'm saying I thought I cared for you on a more than father-to-my- child type of level, but I do not."
"Well that's good news. With the way you throw that word around, I wouldn't want my name pegged with it."
"Way I throw what word around?"
"That retched one."
"Love?"
"Yes, that's the fowl thing."
"How do I throw that around? What do you mean?"
"Woman, you know what I mean. With the weak human fighter, you claimed you had such feelings for him too. It's obvious you have no comprehension of the meaning of the word. You're clearly referring to infatuation."
"Excuse me Vegeta!" she yelled, stepping around the couch to become closer to me. "I don't know what love means? I don't know what love means? And I suppose you do! You, the prestigious Saiyan Prince who cowers at the word, knows its meaning. How, if you do not believe such an emotion exists, could you know its meaning?"
"I do not believe in the word, that is correct, but the strong em- feeling, that I am familiar with. Or should I say, I know that meaning." I paused a moment, making sure she was all ears. Oh, she certainly was. It was like she'd been waiting for this insignificant moment her whole life. "It means, it mating terms, the only ones I know exist, that I, for example, must protect, respect, and be faithful to my mate. She should not, at any time, feel threatened by myself, for in her mind she should know I mean no harm for her and would never raise a hand to inflict intentional pain. That, when need be, I am to be at her side or stand in front of her as means of protection. I will be killed before she gets a single scratch that I could so easily prevent. And she, she honors me, respects my efforts, and stays loyal 'til death."
"V-Vegeta," she whispers, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. She's much closer now than I remember, her breath low, steady, calculated. She moves in closer, her lips only mere inches from mine, and, just when I feel they will make contact at any second, a small sound escapes her mouth. "Here." She takes my hand, placing it on her belly.
"Woman, I've felt the child's energy numerous times, I do not-" And then I felt it. A powerful, by human standards, kick from the infant within. Its tiny foot can almost be seen out printed on the woman's skin. What an amazing feeling, being able to know and feel what was going on right outside the woman's womb, around her belly, and being able, through the child's signatures, to know what was going on within. The child wanted out, it was tired of being cooped up in the cramped fluid-filled space. It wished to break free and be a part of our world, but it still had a few months to go. "Good night woman," I say, just below a whisper, and walk out of the room. I'm suddenly in no mood for a snack anymore.
End flaskback:
"Does it hurt you still?" I ask, taking a seat across the dining room table from the woman. I can feel the strange looks from the parents, but I ignore them. This has only to do with me, the woman, and our child.
"Vegeta, it's a half-Saiyan that doesn't want to be stuck inside my womb anymore. It's been that way for months now, you know that. I'm always in pain."
"I can-"
"How many times do we have to discuss this? I do not need your assistance. I can do fine on my own. I can handle the pain, leave me be."
"Bulma, sweety, he was just being thoughtful. Give the boy a chance."
"Mother, he's a full grown man, and he's had many chances. Well, maybe a man in years, he is still a boy in his mind."
"What are you implying woman?"
"See?"
"Bulma!"
"Mother."
"Woman."
"Vegeta."
"Wo-"
"Oh Kami!" she screamed, interrupting me. "Oh Kami! Mom!" She looked up at me for a split second, as if to say 'Now you can help me,' but that soon faded and she turned to her mother, who was already to her feet and in hysterics. "My water broke," she whispered as if the child weren't causing her immense pain. The mother ran to her aid, helping her to her feet. There was fluid all over the floor around her chair and the child was sending out random signatures that were making no sense at all. He was panicking, not very warrior-like at all.
I sent out one of my signatures, attempting to calm the raging child within. But all I received back were more jumbled messages that I could not comprehend, for they were not clear sentences. 'Give more at all cost to be with the who one which that make feel nice to have..Having that her for then was later in this way, do have her not being gone to on where this have been not to be around the you..' What was it trying to say? Or it trying to tell me something? Or was it just frantic and sending out any signature to catch our attention and let us know that it would soon be in or world.
But it said 'her.' Did it mean the woman? And if so, what about her?
*No, I have more important things to have on my mind.* But I made a mental note to remember the mixed words and decode them later, when things weren't so hectic.
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It's the morning after the woman was taken to the hospital. She's still there of course, along with her parents. It took twenty hours, give or take a few minutes, for her to push the brat out. So, now she's resting. I know all this, because the woman's mother called the house several times during and after the child was expelled from her body. With her last call I believe her exact words were, "Vegeta dear, Bulma's doing great. Her and Trunks are resting now; she's been through a lot. I wished you'd come visit, we would all love for you to be here." Right, I believe that. I happened to know for a fact that the woman does not wish for my presence. And Trunks, what the hell was she thinking? Trunks? What kind of a name is that for a half-Saiyan warrior? Oh well, its not like I have to be around the brat long. Its four months until the androids arrive, so not much longer after that and I'm off this damn planet.
The ringing of the damn telephone contraption caused my head to snap in its direction. Didn't it just ring a few minutes ago? I allow the machine to get it, which is what I've done the past ten times. It picks up after five annoying rings, and an unexpected voice comes on.
"Uh, hey Vegeta.." It's the woman. What the hell would she want? And why does she seem so hesitant? "Its Bulma-"
"No really?" I reply, forgetting that she wasn't actually there and couldn't hear me.
"Just-Uh, my mother is such a nuisance sometimes. Don't listen to her; you don't have to come visit me. I'll be home tomorrow so don't even bother. Right, cause you were considering it, huh? Yeah," she laughed, her voice a little muffled. "I'm such a moron. Anyways, yeah, just stay there. I don't want you coming here, even if you would lower yourself for a mere second to ponder it. I don't need you and neither does Trunks, we're fine on our own. So don't lift a finger, you might damage your precious pride." And then the line went dead, and I was more than confused. What had just happened? She was telling me how her mother was dumb for telling me to come visit, and she sounded fine, she sounded not angry. But then, she sounds like she's all of a sudden accusing me of something and is mad and just hangs up. Did I miss something?
"Uh! Where does she get off talking to me like that!? I'll show her!" And before I know it I'm in the sky, full speed ahead towards my child's signature.
I land on the hospital rooftop, searching for the child and the woman. It takes me no longer than a few seconds to spot it and I fly around to her window. There together, she's holding him. He looks so, so tiny, so fragile. How can he become a fine warrior? I shrug my shoulders; not my problem.
"Woman," I say, startling her, as I enter the room through the open window. She doesn't move, doesn't look up at me, almost as if she's suspecting I would come.
"Hi Vegeta, do you want to hold him?"
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Chapter 6! Yeah, I know, I know, its short. But its just a filler chapter, 'til before the androids. Its important, but not significant, just something to hold you readers over.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: The androids, cell, victory-leaving?
"You're going to need to tell someone about that so they can assist you, if I am not allowed to."
"If it'll ease your pain," she growls sarcastically, though I know she'll take my advice. "Good night."
I watched her exit the gravity chamber, dragging her body to the house, determined to make it there without falling over and without turning back to ease the pain. It would undoubtedly hurt her more, mentally, to give in and come back to me. "Good-bye woman."
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The woman's been getting bigger everyday, her skin becoming more radiant. How is it that she looks so much more irresistible in this state? It's probably just my male instincts towards my mate, hormones, nothing more. On her last update, which happened to be last night, she was eight months and three and a half weeks to term. The brat should be born within the week.
"Vegeta sweety." The woman's mother, bringing me my dinner, right on schedule. I walked over and open the door, though I'm surprised to see she's not wearing her usual annoying grin, and there is no platter in her hands. "Vegeta, darling, why not come in the house tonight and eat? You really shouldn't stay all cooped up like that. Bulma could really use the extra hand, you know, when her father and myself are not around." I looked at her blankly. Was she serious? Did she really think that by simply asking me to do something I would do it? How absurd. I am a prince of a prestigious warrior race; I do not need to abide by the requests of the simple commoners of this lowly planet. "I made twice as much food, ordered some pizzas, and we're having ice cream for dessert." Why must she torture me with food like that?
"How long?" I grunt, grabbing a towel and throwing it over my shoulders.
"It'll be ready in twenty minutes, just enough time for you to take a nice shower."
"How long do I have to sit through your nonsense?"
"How ever long it takes for you to finish." She smiles at me, one of those creepy friendly smiles that makes me cringe all over. I follow her out of the chamber and to the kitchen entrance. "Bulma's in the living room if you'd like to know."
"I don't care where the woman is, and, in regards to your comment about my helping her, she's already established that it is unwanted."
"Oh, she's just being stubborn," she replies, still smiling, and opens the door. I follow her into the kitchen, surprised to see we are not alone. "Bulma dear! I thought you were relaxing in the living room."
"Yeah, well, I thought you were on my side as well. I guess we were both wrong."
"Well its nice to see you too woman," I say, catching her angry glare. "How's the brat?"
"My son is doing quite well, thank you," she sneers, grabbing as far around her swollen belly as she can. I can tell she doesn't wish to bare the thing any time soon, liking it being so close to her at all times, protecting it, always knowing what's going on. She had, after all, learned how to communicate with the fetus. Which, I must say, impressed me. I didn't know she had it in her.
Flashback:
I quietly walked into the house, making sure before I went near it that all the lights were off and all the energy levels were barely tangible, signaling they were asleep. I crossed the pine smelling linoleum floor to the refrigerator, hoping for some leftovers. The woman's mother was always cooking more than everyone could eat, and luckily for me, it made a decent midnight snack. I reached into the humming machine, spotting a delectable looking plate of cold chicken. I took it to the table and was about to take a bite, when a bolt of energy came rushing at me, centered at my brain. *The child* I thought, as I got up to investigate, completely forgetting that that meant the woman would have to be there as well.
I walked out of the kitchen, following the perfectly directed signature into the living room, where the woman on the couch, starring at her belly. I was about to say something, or send out my own signature to the child, when I picked up another distinctive signature, one I knew I knew, and it was being expertly directed at the child. *The woman? No, it can't be.* I listened with my mind, feeling out for it again, trying to anticipate it. And then she did it again, and this time I was sure, she'd learned how to send out messages! How amazing! An earthling, with no prior training, learned to control her mind so exactly that she could send and receive perfectly decisive messages with expert precision.
"Woman," I said finally, startling her. She turned towards me, glaring nothing less than hate. But I was well used to that by now, and long before this little vixen came along.
"What is it Vegeta? Can't you feel that I'm busy?" she snapped, knowing full well that I knew exactly what she was doing and could hear her thoughts and the child's, but much more clearly.
"Yes, of course I can. But can you tell me something?" She gave no indication either way. "Why are you speaking of me to the child? I thought you didn't want him knowing about me if I wasn't going to be around."
"Well, I changed my mind. Its unfair to him that just because you won't be around to see him grow that he has to live in the dark about who is father was, what he was like, and why he left. I intend to tell my son everything he wishes to know about you."
"Everything?" I questioned skeptically.
"Yes, everything."
"Even-"
"Yes, Vegeta, even the fact that you're a murderous self-absorbed user that wants nothing more than to become stronger than a man who's only motive for fighting is the challenge and the thrill, not the death and the mayhem."
"Is that how you really perceive me woman?" I ask, grabbing the back of the couch, causing her to move over a little. Maybe it was just a reflex, maybe she was just trying to protect the child instinctively, or maybe she was scared. Whatever the reason, she certainly felt my presence was a threat to her and/or the child within her.
"You've shown me nothing more to alter my analysis." I point at her belly, almost releasing a signature to the child. Almost.
"What do you call that?" I hiss defensively. "Did we not form that child? Did I not give you the proper respect when doing so? Was I not gentle enough with your frail human body?"
"Alright," she sighed, agreeing, for the moment. "That is all true, you were kind and gentle and respectful to me when we bedded together. You never treated me like a whore or told me lies that you never intended to follow to conclusion. You told me straight out what there was between us, that being nothing, and did not lead me on. You were a true gentleman in that field, I will give you that Vegeta." She stood, steadying herself with the back of the couch, shooing my hand away when I offered it to her. That's right, my help was unwanted. How soon I forget. "But, that is all you will get. When my son is old enough to understand such things as intimacy and fornication, then I will tell him of how gentle you were, how almost sweet and almost caring you were. How you made me, if for only a few hours, feel more than I ever have and ever will. I made the mistake of second-guessing myself, pondering in my mind that I may or may not have stronger feelings for you, other than sexual ones. I, of course, fixed that mind-set and am now thinking clearly."
"Wait, wait. One moment. Back up there a second." I step closer to the couch so my body is now in contact with it's back. "You had what for me?"
"You heard me Vegeta. I thought I was in love with you. Oh, don't wince at that word. Love. Love. Love. Its not a horribly disgusting word like you make it out to be. I had thought I had those feelings for you, but, upon realizing they were childish and that it was only because I was pregnant with your baby, I came to the conclusion that it was a mere crush and that no such feelings really had existed."
"So, what are you going woman? Don't jump around, get to the point."
"I'm saying I thought I cared for you on a more than father-to-my- child type of level, but I do not."
"Well that's good news. With the way you throw that word around, I wouldn't want my name pegged with it."
"Way I throw what word around?"
"That retched one."
"Love?"
"Yes, that's the fowl thing."
"How do I throw that around? What do you mean?"
"Woman, you know what I mean. With the weak human fighter, you claimed you had such feelings for him too. It's obvious you have no comprehension of the meaning of the word. You're clearly referring to infatuation."
"Excuse me Vegeta!" she yelled, stepping around the couch to become closer to me. "I don't know what love means? I don't know what love means? And I suppose you do! You, the prestigious Saiyan Prince who cowers at the word, knows its meaning. How, if you do not believe such an emotion exists, could you know its meaning?"
"I do not believe in the word, that is correct, but the strong em- feeling, that I am familiar with. Or should I say, I know that meaning." I paused a moment, making sure she was all ears. Oh, she certainly was. It was like she'd been waiting for this insignificant moment her whole life. "It means, it mating terms, the only ones I know exist, that I, for example, must protect, respect, and be faithful to my mate. She should not, at any time, feel threatened by myself, for in her mind she should know I mean no harm for her and would never raise a hand to inflict intentional pain. That, when need be, I am to be at her side or stand in front of her as means of protection. I will be killed before she gets a single scratch that I could so easily prevent. And she, she honors me, respects my efforts, and stays loyal 'til death."
"V-Vegeta," she whispers, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. She's much closer now than I remember, her breath low, steady, calculated. She moves in closer, her lips only mere inches from mine, and, just when I feel they will make contact at any second, a small sound escapes her mouth. "Here." She takes my hand, placing it on her belly.
"Woman, I've felt the child's energy numerous times, I do not-" And then I felt it. A powerful, by human standards, kick from the infant within. Its tiny foot can almost be seen out printed on the woman's skin. What an amazing feeling, being able to know and feel what was going on right outside the woman's womb, around her belly, and being able, through the child's signatures, to know what was going on within. The child wanted out, it was tired of being cooped up in the cramped fluid-filled space. It wished to break free and be a part of our world, but it still had a few months to go. "Good night woman," I say, just below a whisper, and walk out of the room. I'm suddenly in no mood for a snack anymore.
End flaskback:
"Does it hurt you still?" I ask, taking a seat across the dining room table from the woman. I can feel the strange looks from the parents, but I ignore them. This has only to do with me, the woman, and our child.
"Vegeta, it's a half-Saiyan that doesn't want to be stuck inside my womb anymore. It's been that way for months now, you know that. I'm always in pain."
"I can-"
"How many times do we have to discuss this? I do not need your assistance. I can do fine on my own. I can handle the pain, leave me be."
"Bulma, sweety, he was just being thoughtful. Give the boy a chance."
"Mother, he's a full grown man, and he's had many chances. Well, maybe a man in years, he is still a boy in his mind."
"What are you implying woman?"
"See?"
"Bulma!"
"Mother."
"Woman."
"Vegeta."
"Wo-"
"Oh Kami!" she screamed, interrupting me. "Oh Kami! Mom!" She looked up at me for a split second, as if to say 'Now you can help me,' but that soon faded and she turned to her mother, who was already to her feet and in hysterics. "My water broke," she whispered as if the child weren't causing her immense pain. The mother ran to her aid, helping her to her feet. There was fluid all over the floor around her chair and the child was sending out random signatures that were making no sense at all. He was panicking, not very warrior-like at all.
I sent out one of my signatures, attempting to calm the raging child within. But all I received back were more jumbled messages that I could not comprehend, for they were not clear sentences. 'Give more at all cost to be with the who one which that make feel nice to have..Having that her for then was later in this way, do have her not being gone to on where this have been not to be around the you..' What was it trying to say? Or it trying to tell me something? Or was it just frantic and sending out any signature to catch our attention and let us know that it would soon be in or world.
But it said 'her.' Did it mean the woman? And if so, what about her?
*No, I have more important things to have on my mind.* But I made a mental note to remember the mixed words and decode them later, when things weren't so hectic.
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It's the morning after the woman was taken to the hospital. She's still there of course, along with her parents. It took twenty hours, give or take a few minutes, for her to push the brat out. So, now she's resting. I know all this, because the woman's mother called the house several times during and after the child was expelled from her body. With her last call I believe her exact words were, "Vegeta dear, Bulma's doing great. Her and Trunks are resting now; she's been through a lot. I wished you'd come visit, we would all love for you to be here." Right, I believe that. I happened to know for a fact that the woman does not wish for my presence. And Trunks, what the hell was she thinking? Trunks? What kind of a name is that for a half-Saiyan warrior? Oh well, its not like I have to be around the brat long. Its four months until the androids arrive, so not much longer after that and I'm off this damn planet.
The ringing of the damn telephone contraption caused my head to snap in its direction. Didn't it just ring a few minutes ago? I allow the machine to get it, which is what I've done the past ten times. It picks up after five annoying rings, and an unexpected voice comes on.
"Uh, hey Vegeta.." It's the woman. What the hell would she want? And why does she seem so hesitant? "Its Bulma-"
"No really?" I reply, forgetting that she wasn't actually there and couldn't hear me.
"Just-Uh, my mother is such a nuisance sometimes. Don't listen to her; you don't have to come visit me. I'll be home tomorrow so don't even bother. Right, cause you were considering it, huh? Yeah," she laughed, her voice a little muffled. "I'm such a moron. Anyways, yeah, just stay there. I don't want you coming here, even if you would lower yourself for a mere second to ponder it. I don't need you and neither does Trunks, we're fine on our own. So don't lift a finger, you might damage your precious pride." And then the line went dead, and I was more than confused. What had just happened? She was telling me how her mother was dumb for telling me to come visit, and she sounded fine, she sounded not angry. But then, she sounds like she's all of a sudden accusing me of something and is mad and just hangs up. Did I miss something?
"Uh! Where does she get off talking to me like that!? I'll show her!" And before I know it I'm in the sky, full speed ahead towards my child's signature.
I land on the hospital rooftop, searching for the child and the woman. It takes me no longer than a few seconds to spot it and I fly around to her window. There together, she's holding him. He looks so, so tiny, so fragile. How can he become a fine warrior? I shrug my shoulders; not my problem.
"Woman," I say, startling her, as I enter the room through the open window. She doesn't move, doesn't look up at me, almost as if she's suspecting I would come.
"Hi Vegeta, do you want to hold him?"
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Chapter 6! Yeah, I know, I know, its short. But its just a filler chapter, 'til before the androids. Its important, but not significant, just something to hold you readers over.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: The androids, cell, victory-leaving?